Monday, October 3, 2016

AUTHOR: Rick R. Reed PUBLISHER: Dreamspinner Press COVER ARTIST: Reese Dante LENGTH: 220 Pages RELEASE DATE: October 3, 2016 BLURB: Personal chef Beau St. Clair, recently divorced from his cheating husband, has returned to the small Ohio River town where he grew up to lick his wounds. Jack Rogers lives with his mother Maisie in that same small town, angry at and frightened of the world. Jack has a gap in his memory that hides something he dares not face, and he’s probably suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. Maisie, seeking relief from her housebound and often surly son, hires Beau to cook for Jack, hoping the change might help bring Jack, once a handsome and vibrant attorney, back to his former self. But can a new face and comfort food compensate for the terror lurking in Jack’s past? Slowly, the two men begin a dance of revelation and healing. Food and compassion build a bridge between Beau and Jack, a bridge that might lead to love.

But will Jack’s demons allow it? Jack’s history harbors secrets that could just as easily rip them apart as bring them together.

Maisie quickly gained
back some of her composure. She smiled. “Are you ready for something good?”

Jack didn’t answer, not
because he couldn’t speak but because he knew if he did, what would come out
would be mean-spirited, sarcastic, a way of pushing them both away. And for
just this moment, this day, he was fighting mightily against those impulses.

He simply looked over
at his mom and allowed his lip to curl up in just one corner to indicate a
smile.

Beau came in behind
her, holding the white melamine tray he’d grown so used to these past few years
as Maisie brought him most of his meals on it. He flattened himself against the
headboard as the smells danced across the room to linger under his nose. He
breathed in, and their rich, savory notes—garlic, black pepper, Parmesan
cheese—ignited something, threw a switch in his brain.

The food not only
smelled delicious in an almost transportive way but smelled familiar. Again, Jack couldn’t pinpoint
why. Neither could he deny he’d smelled this particular arrangement of aromas
at some time in his past—and the association was good. He grasped for it,
trying to catch the memory dancing just out of reach in his fevered brain, but
he couldn’t catch hold of it. He couldn’t hold it, as it were, in mental hands
so he could lift it up, examine it, and place it appropriately in his memory.
No, all the smells inspired was a vague nostalgia, as delightful as it was
frustrating.

Beau neared the bed. He
set the tray down not on Jack’s lap, but next to him.

“I have a feeling
you’re going to love this,” Beau said softly, staring into Jack’s eyes.

Jack allowed himself,
for only a second or two, to stare back, noticing the rich green of Beau’s
eyes, which were the color of moss. He tore his gaze away. Something told him
it wasn’t right to stare into another man’s eyes that way. There was something
shameful in it.

Instead he looked down
at the tray. On it was a white bowl filled with little pillows of pasta he
remembered were called gnocchi. They glistened with olive oil, dotted here and
there with flakes of red pepper. The tang of the cheese, although barely
visible on the pasta, rose up to Jack’s nostrils to remind him it was there.
Next to the pasta was a plate upon which was piled a mound of greens, it too
glistening with a light dressing. Jack could smell the lemon in it, acidic,
tangy, making his mouth water.

He gripped his fists
together so tightly he could see his knuckles whiten in his mind’s eye. A
sudden urge, powerful, rose up, to push the tray very gently, and while smiling
all the while—off the edge of the bed.

No! Why did he want to
do such a thing?

He couldn’t bring
himself to say anything, especially not anything like “This smells amazing” or
“Oh my God, this looks so good.” But he could fight the impulse to fling the
food, a gift really, to the floor. Or at least he thought he could….

He looked at Beau, then
away quickly, to level a glance at his mother, who was all expectancy and hope.
Her hands were clasped together, almost as though she were praying. And maybe
she was.

Staring down at the
tray at last, he lifted it up and onto his lap. He grabbed the paper towel on
its surface and tucked it into his collar. Finally he lifted the bowl up and
took in a gnocchi.

The flavors danced,
truly danced, on his tongue, an explosion of savory heat. He closed his eyes
and reveled in how this simple bite of food transported him, made him one with
his body in delight… and again, weirdly, nostalgia. He forced the latter away
and continued eating, without realizing right away he was also keeping his eyes
closed.

When it dawned on him
that he was sitting there, gobbling his food down with his eyes shut, his
eyelids snapped up. His mother hovered over him, shifting her weight from one
foot to the other. Beau stood in the background, wearing a subtle but visible
smile of triumph.

Those two ignited a
tiny flame of rage within Jack. He glared at them. “Do you think a guy could
eat in privacy?” he asked.

“Of course,” Beau said.
He grabbed Maisie’s hand and led her from the room. They closed the door softly
behind themselves.

And Jack found himself
eating every bite. And wanting more….

Damn Beau!

When I read the blurb for this book it really caught my
attention. Something whispered to me, “Read it and you will be glad you did.”
I’m so glad I listened to the voices in my head.

Dinner at Jack’s is so many things. Beau St. Claire is going
through a tough time with his soon to be ex. I have to say when I read that in
the beginning I feared a huge depression from this character, but not Beau. Beau
is such a strong person. He pushes ahead and I found him to be admirable. He
and his little dog Ruth go back home to where his roots are and it’s there that
you realize it’s a small world.

Jack, well he broke my heart. See, we’re following a mystery
in this story and it all is locked away in Jack’s mind. A traumatic incident
has shut Jack off from the world and when Jack’s mom Maisie hires Beau to cook
for Jack, well, a lot of amazing things happen.

I don’t want to give anything away at all. I’m really trying
lol.

The POV’s are mostly Beau’s but we get a good amount of
Jack’s and a glimpse into Maisie’s head too. I found each POV to be helpful and
to really push you into the emotion of the story. And it is emotional. But
there’s a lightness to it. In love. This is a story about remembering, healing,
and loving. This is a love story that is eight years in the making and I have
to say I had butterflies in my stomach at certain parts.

There’s a little bit of hard moments in this book to read
but I really felt that the author was amazingly tasteful in his descriptions of
the past.

This is a fabulous tale from Rick R. Reed and it will hug
your heart! Good love happens every day, Great love happens once in a lifetime!

Rick R. Reed is all about exploring the romantic entanglements of gay men in contemporary, realistic settings. While his stories often contain elements of suspense, mystery and the paranormal, his focus ultimately returns to the power of love.

He is the author of dozens of published novels, novellas, and short stories. He is a three-time EPIC eBook Award winner (for Caregiver, Orientation and The Blue Moon Cafe). He is also a Rainbow Award Winner for both Caregiver and Raining Men. Lambda Literary Review has called him, "a writer that doesn't disappoint."

Rick lives in Seattle with his husband and a very spoiled Boston terrier. He is forever "at work on another novel."